Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.